And there I was
Embraced by the cold wind
Perched above the flowing water
Sung to by the choir of the night
Entranced by the dancing Will-o'-the-wisps
The biting cold was a comfort
The water quiet
The choir winding down
And the lights fading away
The storm in my head subsides
My life put into perspective
All my thoughts cleared
I know why I'm here
Just for one moment
Part of me is given wings
I soar like Icarus
My journey ending just as his did
I'm pulled from the wreckage
Broken, bloodied but breathing
Struggling to my feet
I am one with myself
I'm at peace.
YOU ARE READING
Letting it Flow
PoetryLatest: Abyssal: Lonely I'll be, under the sea. Collection of my thoughts, feelings and all the stuff like that put in the form of either bad poetry or bad mini-stories. Either way, read it and call me a weirdo, I always liked being called that.